Has it really been 170 weeks already? :O
Today I have a German sonnet for you, prompted by a member of the Dead Pete Society again.
Here it is:
2019/03/12 – First Kiss (German sonnet)
First kiss the morning goodbyeIn your throat grows a lumpInto the world to take the jumpYet you leap with a curious eye
Next bid the afternoon farewellYou have played together all dayUntil there's nothing left to sayEnjoyed the stories to tell
And when the evening fallsAnd the nightingale callsYou lay down in your bed
Dream of the morning blissOf another bittersweet first kissAnd not a single tear be shed
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